[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-m-a-forest-warden-why-am-i-enslaving-a-succubu":3,"chapter-i-m-a-forest-warden-why-am-i-enslaving-a-succubu-i-m-a-forest-warden-why-am-i-enslaving-a-succubu-chapter-221":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I'm a Forest Warden—Why Am I Enslaving a Succubus?",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2329265,4555,"Chapter 221","i-m-a-forest-warden-why-am-i-enslaving-a-succubu-chapter-221",221,"\u003Cp>Luo De lowered his steps and clicked open the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the cabin, it looked as if a thief had ransacked it—drawers overturned, everything upside down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eye twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shifted his gaze to the half-open bedroom and saw the Banshee Krista fast asleep on the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bed was littered with snacks she’d pulled out, crumbs scattered everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She clutched half a glass of juice, but since she’d fallen asleep and lost her physical form, the cup tilted sideways in her hand, soaking a large patch of the mattress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only that, but on the bedroom wall, a bronze dragon from the Jade City Dragon Viewing Festival played on loop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A vein bulged on Luo De’s forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good, good, good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m only away for two days and you turn the place into this? You really haven’t been beaten enough, Krista.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tally didn’t care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She always instinctively wanted to eat something when she got home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eat first beside her? Master~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m going to beat her first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, no~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tally cast a transformation spell, becoming a woman who resembled Krista’s appearance but was smaller and more delicate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pressed herself against her master’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her cheeks flushed red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes shimmered seductively, her breath fragrant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I swear, okay? I swear I won’t make a sound~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo De pinched her soft cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he roughly shoved her to the edge of the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaaah~~~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tally shrieked with delight, lying face-down on the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hiked up her thick skirt to her back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Banshee Krista dreamed she was on a remote, magic-less island.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The island’s inhabitants were short-lived creatures, living only one year, and she was the only Banshee there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time someone died, she would drift in silently, appearing at the funeral, weeping and wailing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over time, the residents didn’t see her as an omen, as they did in the real world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, they regarded her as a compassionate death goddess, offering her endless delicacies, sweet treats that never ran out, and endless theatrical performances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No oppression, no sacrifice—every day brought endless funerals, and the island was filled with happiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krista believed she would live there forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then one day, an earthquake struck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Accompanying it was strange thunder from the sky—like a woman screaming, or like slapping a belly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Evil, chilling to the bone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they say, the rope always snaps at its weakest point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The violent quake brought a tsunami.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was an island surrounded by sea on all sides—such a massive wave could destroy it all!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The islanders panicked, huddled together, wailing in despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krista was frantic. Though she hadn’t planned to protect them, she didn’t want them all to die at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, she’d never performed a mass funeral wail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But fate defied her—waves came from all directions, sweeping the villagers away one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krista could only catch the warm seawater as it crashed against her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knelt helplessly, weeping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far off, a wave far larger than any before rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krista stared at the shattered, empty island.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She chose not to resist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the wave loomed before her, she opened her arms to welcome it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Banshee Krista.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She jolted awake!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before opening her eyes, a tear slid down her cheek—grieving for the fragile, fleeting dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If only it had been real…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother-in-law… Brother-in-law!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunder cracked!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>???\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was that strange thunder from the dream still echoing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh? Why is my face wet?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh? Huh huh huh?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krista opened her eyes in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before her was a brutal scene, identical to the bronze dragon footage—but up close, face-to-face!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What met his eyes was the same brutal scene as in the bronze dragon’s image, but now in a close-up version right against his face!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cry of pleasure rang through the cabin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A joyful cry echoed through the small house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Came crashing forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just in her dream—but in reality too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And sweet, carrying the scent of honey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, you’re awake.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo De looked down and saw the Banshee had woken beside his knee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she stared blankly at the scene before her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mouth half-open, utterly motionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the wet streaks on her face, it was oddly comical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother-in-law~ Don’t mind her!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was about to say more, but the succubus ahead was already urging him urgently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo De didn’t care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was still early—thunder had sounded, but no rain had fallen yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s still early; the thunder’s rolling, but no rain has fallen yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Below, Krista sat there, staring blankly through the entire scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tally collapsed, exhausted, lying on the bed’s edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo De hadn’t fully satisfied himself, but he felt too awkward to continue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled on his pants and tossed a clean towel onto Krista, who still wore the same blank expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Banshee jolted awake from the towel hitting her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She sat up dazedly, holding her hands apart to show a size.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with a tear-streaked face: “No, Master! I’ll die!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You won’t die. You’re fifth-rank—don’t underestimate your spiritual resilience.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo De was sweating profusely, so he yanked off his shirt, revealing a muscular torso.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath his healthy skin, defined muscles stood out—balanced, not exaggerated, yet clearly powerful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He frowned and pointed at the living room, now a mess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What happened? I’m gone two days and you turn it into this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krista shrank her shoulders, muttering: “I didn’t expect you back so soon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph. So you figured I’d be gone longer, and you’d just stay here a few days?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, so you mean I should leave for a few days while you move in?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she didn’t dare say it aloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As previously mentioned, the Banshee only felt safe inside this ranger’s cabin—when the Master was away, she naturally slept here for days, undisturbed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I already said before that the Banshee only feels safe in this ranger’s cabin; since the master is away, she naturally went to sleep peacefully for a few days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet over these two days, she realized it wasn’t the cabin itself that gave her a sense of safety.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the ranger’s cabin with Luo De in it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You have until tomorrow to clean this place!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo De kicked her away and lay down, swaying unsteadily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Massage my legs, and tell me what you’ve been doing these past two days.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, Chris, who had done something wrong, dared not resist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She obediently took solid form, shaped into a tiny fist, and pounded his thigh one beat at a time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Before you attacked that plague mage, didn’t I and Little Bond handle a ratman ambush?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, and then.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They outnumbered us, and I wasn’t about to accept that, so I spent these two days tracking down their nest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1125,"2026-06-20T19:55:31.704Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","97b41c62b8b2c13298c187d6b7d18905a5ab5a3c8cbdc7527b25716f422684a3","i-m-a-forest-warden-why-am-i-enslaving-a-succubu-chapter-222","i-m-a-forest-warden-why-am-i-enslaving-a-succubu-chapter-220",704,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-a-forest-warden-why-am-i-enslaving-a-succubu-cover.jpg"]